Disclaim: I don't own KHII. Trust me.
A/N: Well, number 11 time I suppose...I dunno, I wasn't in much of a good mood when I wrote it...
Enjoi,
-Ethe
.:Mister Brightside:.
Monday, Nov. 13, 2006. 10:13 PM.
That's it. I was completely cleared out. I sighed, and watched the trail of the last client as he disappeared onto the street. I leaned up against the brick wall behind me, and looked up at the evening skies...
I hated doing this.
I hated dealing drugs. I hated knowing the people who I sold to. The only good that came from any of this was the fact that I can keep my apartment and food on the table. Getting an honest job for someone like me wasn't the easiest thing to do. I had no choice in the matter.
I started down the sidewalk, hands deep inside my pockets, and keeping my eyes down. How my life had gone so far down the drain without me noticing, I didn't know. I sighed again, finally reaching the corner of the street I sold on, looking up from the ground and up at the enticing neon lights that read Felicity in bright pink, with a few of the letters blinking in and out.
I looked around, walked across the street and inside the building. The lights were dim around the many vacant poles, and the one's that lined the runway in the middle of the room flashed in patterns. I licked my lips and sat down at one of the nearby tables with a pole standing on the table and connecting to the ceiling. I could feel a tremendous headache coming on...
A blonde girl wearing skimpy clothing walked up to the table, and sat next to me. I looked down at her, and she glanced up at me with a smile, getting up and climbing onto the table with the pole. I wasn't one of the horndogs that usually came in here and would try to swoon all the dancing girls; I just wasn't that way. I had respect for women, despite what they do for a living. I come to the conclusion that just because they work here, it doesn't mean that they have to be disrespected just because they show no shame in what they do.
I watched her dance for several minutes before she stepped off of the pole and straddled my lap. She pressed up against me with her hand resting on my chest, "Bad day...?" I glanced down at her and shortly nodded. She giggled, got off of my lap, and grabbed my hand. I stood and chased after her, glancing down at another blonde girl, sitting at one of the tables, looking through a magazine, looking up at us and rolling her eyes.
I turned to look where we were going and it was one of the back rooms. She grabbed me by the collar, forcing her lips onto mine and leading me to the bed as she did so. I couldn't help myself. She was practically asking me for it, and she knew she was going to get paid extra for this, so really it's a win-win situation...
Tuesday, Nov. 14. 2006. 2:00 AM.
Somewhere along the lines, I had fallen asleep on my stomach in that damn back room. I groaned and stood on my knees, looking around the suddenly dark room. I got out of the bed and started to get dressed again. I was in the middle of buttoning up my pants when the door swung open. I turned around and saw her leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed with a perky smile still on her face.
"You fell asleep, yanno." She said. I laughed, "Yeah I figured. I'll find me wallet and be on my way." I reached into my back pocket and pulled out a couple hundreds and stuffed it back in, holding onto the bills as I found my shirt and sweatshirt and slipped them on. I walked up to her and handed it to her and she grabbed my arm and lead me to the door. She leaned up and gave me a kiss on the cheek before she closed the door behind me.
I started again down the sidewalk, and toward my apartment building. I have been told before that I tend to always look on the brighter side of things...So maybe yesterday wasn't all bad...
-End-
A/N: Cookies for those who can name the band who wrote the chapter title's song!
I dunno, Marluxia seemed like the kind of person to not be a wife beater type guy and stuff. I gave him a nice guy personality, I dunno...
R+R?
